THE TWO OF US
Travel Itinerary
- Stay Tuned.
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TREASURE MAP
- The map to treasure is decorated with dozens of directions. There are the ways forward and the ways back, the places we pass through, the places we only pass by, the places we remember, the places we forget. The treasure, too, is manifold. There's destination, there's detour, there's what we bring and what we leave behind, there's what we lose along the way, there's what we find. And finally, there is what we carry back with us to that part of the map we call home. Sir Richard F. Burton wrote: "A traveler's legs are like blossoming branches, and he himself grows and gathers the fruit." Here then are some of those fruits, those Treasures from Elsewhere, gathered on this constantly evolving journey.
Pilgrim's Feather
- They all knew Cap'n Barnacle Bellweather, who spluttered and spat and cursed and laughed as he chased his mates all through the tavern, overturning tables and glasses as he went. Left alone there in the doorway, gazing around the room, Nicolas could scarcely believe his eyes. Men with pictures on their skin! Men with one eye and one arm, and with rings through their ears and their noses! Women with their torn skirts hitched up over their scarred thighs, and thick black cigars clenched between their stained teeth! And the maps! Every available surface was littered with them, maps of every conceivable inch of the unknown; maps to treasure, the boy would subsequently learn. But even now they seemed to have yielded up their fruits of search quite literally, piled high as they were with all the illicit cargo that found its way into the tavern via the deep pockets and quick hands and tempers of the pirates who drank at its tables and often slept in its dark corners. Everywhere there were piles of spice and remnants of silk, heaps of ivory and ebony and mother of pearl, and mountains of exotic tropical fruits unheard of to anyone who hadn't spent a lifetime crossing and re-crossing the open seas...sweet hairy rambutans and lychees, pawpaws and pine nuts and mangosteens, figs and dates from the desert, kelps and hiziki from the sea, and from the mountains a sour apple with the dry scaly skin of a snake. Despite his involvement in his own games, Captain Bellweather had not forgotten the boy. "Ladies an' pirates," he announced, smashing a glass against a tabletop to get their attention, "might I be introducin' to you this misfortunate pilgrim of your yer own youth truly, now come ta tell us of 'is woes o' searchin', come to add 'is own page to the book o' the quest." (R. Nemo Hill)
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Into The Wild
- In my wanderings this year I have taken more chances and had more wild adventures then ever before. And what magnificent country I have seen -- wild, tremendous wasteland stretches, lost mesas, blue mountains rearing upward from the vermilion sands of the desert, canyons five feet wide at the bottom and hundreds of feet deep, cloudbursts roaring down unnamed canyons, and hundreds of houses of the cliff dwellers, abandoned a thousand years ago. (Christopher Johnson McCandless)
what train?
- My mother was on a train one day when I came to visit her in the nursing home. When I gave her the ice cream cone I'd brought her, she abruptly warned me that the train was about to start up at any time. "What train?" I asked, caught off guard. "The one I'm on," she declared, with her usual inability to suffer fools... "Where are you going on that train?" I asked, intrigued by the travel imagery that so often marked her dreams. I knew that I should feel sorry for her, lamenting the sad loneliness of an old woman's mind in a deserted nursing home. But frankly I felt more fascination than sadness. There was nothing pathetic about this woman before me. She was riding the rails that afternoon, "on the road," as footloose as Jack Kerouac. Tooling through the high desert toward Santa Fe in an open box car, her hair in the wind, sucking up the miles - I didn't feel an ounce of pity for her. "I don't know," she answered my question with half a smile. "They don't tell you much here." (Beldon C. Lane, The Solace of Fierce Landscapes)
the right path
- "I believe," he said, "that now I am on the right path. I regard myself at all times simply as a traveler who gives up much so as to enjoy much..." (Goethe, Elective Affinities)
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